The floating island of Daiyu Xian Island has no roots. Now that the sea turtle that carried the island is gone, it drifts aimlessly in the sea like a piece of withered wood, destined to sink into the depths sooner or later.

Me and the white ape

We cut down all the giant trees on the immortal mountain, and built a large ship. On the day the island sank, we boarded the ship and set sail.

At that time, a white ape gave birth to a baby ape, who had learned a few words of human language and clung to my neck, insisting on hearing a story.

I held her on the deck and said, "Once upon a time, there was a young man who raised three little sea turtles. The little sea turtles grew bigger day by day, and so did the young man. Later, the young man wanted to seek immortality and enlightenment, so he released the three sea turtles back into the sea..."

In the evening glow of the setting sun, a distant fishing boat drifted by, and a desolate song came faintly: "The sea traveler talks about Yingzhou, where the misty waves make it hard to find. The Yue people speak of Tianmu Mountain, where the clouds and rosy clouds may be visible..."

(The End)